Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

// Brianna

Yawning, I snuggled further into the pillows and the blanket over me. I sunk further back into my sprawled position at a corner of the couch, determined to discover the most comfortable of positions I could place myself into.

"H-Hatchi!" Yet another sneeze escaped my sore, puffy nose, only one to my relief this time. The series of sneezes that you go through all at once are the worst of them all. I grabbed the handkerchief and pressed it to my nose, a routine I had been performing repeatedly, since the last few hours.

Tapping the changing button on the television remote controller repeatedly, I stared into the screen in front of me in search of a good evening show to watch, a cough or a wheeze being released off me every few minutes.

As I finally found myself involved in a mystic adventure of Sam and Dean, in one of those spectral episodes of Supernatural, two words were whispered in a thick voice into my left ear. "Missing me?"

Quite predictably, my immediate response was a terribly frightened and alarmed jump, due to the sudden shock. But respite was restored into my mind, as those blue eyes I was so accustomed to, met mine. "N-Niall? What are you- h-hatchi-" Another annoying sneeze interrupted my inquiry.

"Brynnie, you're sick." His eyebrows immediately crumpled out of concern, noticing my swollen nose, and probably feeble face.

"How'd you get in here?" I ignored his remark, rather inquisitive to have my question answered. How he got in through the locked main door was indeed something to be wondering about.

"Spare keys." He held up a pair of silvers keys, grinning wide as he jingled them in his hands. "All idiots keep them under the door mat, and since you're one too.. I thought of giving it a try to surprise you and here I am." He smugly smirked.

"Wow you're so smart, I'm so impressed. Now leave." I blankly stated, before plopping back down into my cosy position on the couch.

"I came here all the way from work, just so I could spend time with you, and this is what I get. Attitude." He complained, seating himself right next to me, as the remote was snatched from my hands.

"Niall, I'm sick." I sighed.

"Did I say you weren't?"

I coughed a few times before responding. "You've got recordings and stuff tomorrow. This cold is terrible and you'll catch it too if you stay with me now. Go please." I pleaded the stubborn man.

Pretending as if he hadn't even heard me speak, he decided to raise his own queries. "Did you take medicine?"

"No, I don't need them yet." I disregarded.